Spoil My Errant Wife

After hanging up on Derek, Christina was absent-minded on the sofa.

It was not until the clock on the wall rang that she suddenly came back to her senses and realized that it was almost midnight.

There were only a few hours left for Christmas.

Christina hoped that time would pass faster.She was in a mess on such a beautiful day.

Looking at others’ celebrations, she would rather today was just an ordinary day.She turned to look at the roses on the coffee table and thought of one thing.

Christina walked out of the room with a basket of roses in her right hand and went straight up the stairs to apartment 502.She stumped closer and closer.She bent down and put the basket of roses in front of apartment 502.

Then she stood up straight and turned around to leave.

"That's right.I should do it this way " Christina thought.

Putting down the basket of roses enigmatically, she turned around and walked away gracefully.

It was Christina's original plan.

Like countless enigmatic figures, she had to be calm and she had to be careful at every step.

Bang - But as soon as she turned around, Christina couldn't help but turn back and kick the door hard.

"I'm not doing that!"

""Bastard!!"

She cursed angrily at the door.

After taking a deep breath and calming down, Christina turned around and went downstairs to apartment 402.

The sound of Christina kicking the door just now was so loud that the residents upstairs and downstairs all came out with fear and looked around nervously.

Only she opened her door without changing her expression and then slammed the door.

It was as if she had worked off her grudged feeling.

Christina had to admit that she really wasn't a calm and farsighted person.

Kicking the door was childish, but she was really upset today, so she had to vent her anger.

If she had met that bastard Patrick just now, She would do more than a kick in the door! Sitting in the small living room and drinking half a cup of warm water, she originally wanted to calm herself down.

She wanted to be calm...

But the ticking sound of the clock became more and more annoying.

During the lively festival, the feeling of the only one in the house was probably called loneliness.

Christina surfed on the Internet for a while and found that WhatsApp was full of pictures of couples showing off their love.

There were also some families who went out to travel happily, she was really envious.

Christina couldn't help sending congratulatory messages to a few friends of her.

Usually, she would neet do such a boring thing, but now she felt that she was too lonely.

find someone to chat with.In

went to

was holding her

and a little

disturb others

and went to the bedroom to look for

hot shower in

bathroom, misty

stood under the showerhead.She was fair and beautiful, with long black hair down to her waist.She raised her face and let the warm water drip down along her

not know how seductive she was when she stood in the glass cubicle to

it, and he knew it very

see this scene when he came in 402.He leaned against the wall and waited quietly,

taken

warm and

a deep breath comfortably and opened the glass door of the bathroom cubicle.She reached out to get the large bath

as she took a

"You, you pervert!"

way, but now

body..." Patrick glanced quickly at her beautiful

ordinary as he was talking

white bath

the

even angrier.She was so angry that she felt blood rush to her head.She pulled off the bath towel on her head and immediately wrapped herself

glared at the man in front of

to grab the shampoo and shower

a big basket of roses.Didn't you want me to come?"

gritted her teeth

get in!" She

the small living room to check

enough, the door was

that pervert I meet

caught with evidence, he couldn't explain

you sneak into

by her for

"Patrick, I'm asking you!"

let him fool

pretending to be sophisticated

wouldn't let him go without

"It's my habit."

a weird explanation in

"Your habit?"

"How did you get in? I want

Christina's anger, Patrick was very calm.He seemed not to feel that he had done anything wrong

in a lazy voice, "If I remember correctly, we haven't

with my own wife at

Christina was shocked.

because he was too confident, or maybe she had never

into the kitchen, spooned the porridge she had cooked, sat

with

regarded her apartment as his own

"Patrick!"